I’m tired. I’ve been digging a drainage ditch all day. I’m just about half way. I’ve got another 150 feet to go. Laying the drain pipe as I go. So, since I’m so tired, here’s a poem for you. Let’s talk soon… DeepIt took me all dayto do a two-hour job.I overdid it yesterday.You look … Continue reading Deep in a Ditch
I bring to you today an amalgamation of rants all centered of Facebook. I am a user of the social media monster, but I am partial. I joined Facebook back in 2009, when you had to use your real name to register. I was about to have back surgery and I wanted a way to … Continue reading Facebook: Until the Cows Come Home
When you write, especially the way I do, trying to make it perfect the first try, you come across the dreaded writer’s block. I thought I was going to have that problem today. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of thoughts and issues to write about, but you’d probably appreciate it if those posts … Continue reading Erasing Writer’s Block
Is there anything worse than the sexual abuse of a child? No. But something is close; the injustice they suffer at the hands of the courts. My journey began three years and four months ago. That’s when I took custody of my three granddaughters. Their journey began much earlier. After filing charges, which nobody else … Continue reading Stop Child Abuse – NOW!
Be at peace my wonderful friend. Continue reading In Memory
I haven’t felt my best today. I’m sluggish (more than usual) and my stomach is all churned up. However, I got a bit of a boost by a visit from my grandson, son, and daughter-in-law. I haven’t seen them in quite some time and it was long overdue. My grandson has grown to be such … Continue reading It Takes a Village
It’s not often we eat out. A: the wife has many food restrictions. B: It’s economics. Taking five people out to eat is expensive. Two of these kids can eat their fair adult shares of a dinner. But, tonight, we went out. I had everything ready to make dinner, but I was tired. The wife … Continue reading Buyers Remorse
This entry will eventually become a poem. It’s kind of the way I’m feeling right now, so I wanted to get it typed up. I’ve been robbed, held at needle point, most of what I held dear pulled away from me, taken over two decades. I didn’t get to dress up, stand against the wall … Continue reading Robbed
Today is all about cleaning the house. I have stuff everywhere; tools, construction material, projects, and my general mess. The wife needs to use the entire kitchen tomorrow. Here’s a poem to tide you over. Let’s talk soon… Two Car CryptMy garage is a mausoleumfull of death and decay.Not of mice or bugs, but past … Continue reading Cleaning Out the Cobwebs
After my oldest granddaughter’s doctor appointment, I realized that taking her back to school for forty-five minutes was ridiculous. She told me all she would be missing is gym class. Being a grandfather that finds all aspects of school important I told her she could do gym at home. She’s still mowing grass. She’s done … Continue reading A Berry Busy Day
The Renaissance Maniac 